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I woke up to my covers being pulled back. I let out a loud groan curling into a ball, trying to keep the remaining body heat.
"What do you want from me." I kick around in the bed throwing a tantrum.
"Get up and put this on." Clara throws a dress at me. I sit up seeing Clara sitting in front of her dresser mirror doing her makeup. "What is this?" I look at the dress in my hands.
"I don't know you tell me." Clara sarcastically say turning around putting her hand on her hip. "Hurry up or you going to be left taking care of the youngins." Rolling my eyes I get out of bed letting my bare feet touch the cold wood floor. "The washroom is down the hall." Clara turns back to the mirror as I sluggishly walk out of the room with each step causing a creak.

"Anyone in there?" I knock on the washroom door, it jolts open.
I become face to face with the rascal himself, Auguste well he likes to be called Auggie.
"It is all yours Mon Cher." He winks at me and I give him a awkward smile watching as he strutted down the stairs.
Auggie was only 11 but he acted like a grown man, the kid was a rascal and for some reason had a crush on me.

I quickly take a shower and fix myself up knowing that there was probably someone waiting to use the washroom after me.

Salomé Outfit for the day

There were officially 12 people in this house, I knew starting soon I'll have to wake up early or share the washroom with Clara.

"How come I didn't notice all this hair yesterday." Aunt Beatrice stares at me in awe as I enter the kitchen. My father and Uncle Pierre were sitting at the table drinking coffee and eating their breakfast.
My hair was down pass my shoulders, shiny black long curls from the way I styled it.
"Mama never allowed me to cut it like the other girls, I'm thankful for that." A smile forms on my face thinking of the lectures my mother gave me about my hair when I was younger.
"That woman was something else." Aunt Beatrice kisses her fingers and makes the cross. I look over at my father to see he was stiff. He missed her a lot just like me, maybe even more.
"Papa ça va.(Papa it's okay)" I whisper in his ear kissing his cheek. He just nods his head and sips his coffee.
"Alphonse you are going to have all the men at our doorstep asking for dear Salomé." Uncle Pierre points at me as he spoke with his mouth full.
"I'll just have to chop down those trees." I roll my eyes at my papa.
"C'est vrai! I'll be there to help!" Uncle Pierre cheers making food fly out of his mouth as he pats papa shoulder.